Family, Close Enough
My rec table.
Claim: Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard
Title: Family
Author: Anna, aka eliade
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay.
Prompt: 36. Family
Rating: PG-13
Length: medium (1,170 words)
Brief summary: Rodney and John have been taken hostage (again) and compare family histories; they have quite a lot in common. Maybe not John's definitive past, but definitely one I can see.
John tipped his head back against the post and worked his wrists against his bonds some more. They'd started to chafe in a maddening way, but he thought they were loosening. "My dad was a bigamist who molested neighborhood children," he said in a distracted tone. "My mom was an alcoholic who killed herself."
"Seriously?" Rodney looked horrified, then his expression cleared and he twisted his mouth in a grousing way. "Fine. Be the stereotype of flinty American manhood. See if I share my innermost hopes and dreams with you again."
Link to the story: Family
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Claim: Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard
Title: Close Enough
Author: fabularasa
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay.
Prompt: 38. Betrayal.
Rating: NC-17
Length: epic (18,527 words)
Brief summary: The first half of this story is a little weak, but it's worth it for the turn it takes. There are actually two betrayals here, and neither is what they seem. If you thought John and Rodney were a little off at the beginning of season two, maybe this story will explain that for you as well as it did for me.
He ended up at the LaQuinta over on Geyser, partly because that was the only one he knew, and partly because it wasn’t too far from the SGC. Rodney had stayed in the kitchen while he had stashed things in his duffel, and then he had called the cab company and waited out front. If it wasn’t so pathetic, it might have been laughable.
At the hotel, he lay back on the scratchy nylon bedspread and stared at the ceiling. There were a number of things he could do: throw up, go for a run, curl into a ball, get drunk, jerk off, order a movie. If he budgeted his time, he might even be able to do them all. They would all require some effort, though, and that was just the thing he didn’t have to give. He was empty, utterly hollow.
“Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard,” he said to the sprinkler attachment on the ceiling. “Fighter pilot.” He ticked them off on his fingers. “Intergalactic base commander. Teenage girl.” The sprinkler did not reply. “Film at eleven.”
Link to the story: Close Enough
Claim: Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard
Title: Family
Author: Anna, aka eliade
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay.
Prompt: 36. Family
Rating: PG-13
Length: medium (1,170 words)
Brief summary: Rodney and John have been taken hostage (again) and compare family histories; they have quite a lot in common. Maybe not John's definitive past, but definitely one I can see.
John tipped his head back against the post and worked his wrists against his bonds some more. They'd started to chafe in a maddening way, but he thought they were loosening. "My dad was a bigamist who molested neighborhood children," he said in a distracted tone. "My mom was an alcoholic who killed herself."
"Seriously?" Rodney looked horrified, then his expression cleared and he twisted his mouth in a grousing way. "Fine. Be the stereotype of flinty American manhood. See if I share my innermost hopes and dreams with you again."
Link to the story: Family
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Claim: Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard
Title: Close Enough
Author: fabularasa
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay.
Prompt: 38. Betrayal.
Rating: NC-17
Length: epic (18,527 words)
Brief summary: The first half of this story is a little weak, but it's worth it for the turn it takes. There are actually two betrayals here, and neither is what they seem. If you thought John and Rodney were a little off at the beginning of season two, maybe this story will explain that for you as well as it did for me.
He ended up at the LaQuinta over on Geyser, partly because that was the only one he knew, and partly because it wasn’t too far from the SGC. Rodney had stayed in the kitchen while he had stashed things in his duffel, and then he had called the cab company and waited out front. If it wasn’t so pathetic, it might have been laughable.
At the hotel, he lay back on the scratchy nylon bedspread and stared at the ceiling. There were a number of things he could do: throw up, go for a run, curl into a ball, get drunk, jerk off, order a movie. If he budgeted his time, he might even be able to do them all. They would all require some effort, though, and that was just the thing he didn’t have to give. He was empty, utterly hollow.
“Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard,” he said to the sprinkler attachment on the ceiling. “Fighter pilot.” He ticked them off on his fingers. “Intergalactic base commander. Teenage girl.” The sprinkler did not reply. “Film at eleven.”
Link to the story: Close Enough